Chapter 49
She brushed back the errant strands of blond hair with an annoyed
flick of her perfectly manicured hand. The scarlet red of her
nails matched the gloss on the perfect bow of her lips. The
tall woman let out a sigh through her pursed lips as she stood
on the dirty platform, her eyes looking down the rails for the
late train. The American stood out in the milling crowd of
indians and mestizos. The tan safari outfit they had sold her
at Neiman Marcus was beginning to show the stains of sweat as
she stood in the sweltering heat. Genevieve Falwell gritted
her dainty teeth in frustration and cursed first her prickless
ex-husband and then her daughter for the necessity of her being
here. She seethed as she thought of Sandra her youngest
daughter and how she had run off on a lark to find her father.
He was out saving the heathen world from damnation, with her
oldest Rachel in tow. "The prickless bastard and stupid slut!"
she though. "Now he had lured Sandra, her youngest to join his
senseless mission too!"
She tapped her fashionable hiking boot in impatience as she
raised a manicured index finger to the side of her perfect Morgan
Fairchild nose catching a bead of perspiration before it had a
chance to drip. She sighed again heavily causing her large
breasts to rise and fall beneath her khaki shirt. Genevieve was
the culmination of perfection, that is all the perfection money
could buy and modern cosmetic surgery could provide. In
fairness, she had always been a very attractive woman, only
advancing years and vanity had made her go under the knife.
Strands of highlighted auburn hair stuck to her clear damp
forehead. A pert nose separated aqua eyes that could impale a
man and stop him dead in his tracks or bid him hither and drive
him to flaming lust. Her high cheeks accentuated the curving
line of her jaw, and the plump luscious lips could split into a
welcoming smile or wilt a man with a blood curdling sneer. The
tailored khakis disguised her figure but little. The mature
former model's hour glass figure was obvious. The wide shoulders
narrowed to a small waist, and swelled to rounded hips. The
expanse of her chest filled the khaki top to bursting, the under
wire supported shelf of flesh dropping away to a flat stomach
that curved gracefully to a narrow plain between her thighs. Her
long legs, tanned and sleek, were bare from mid thigh to the tops
of her socks, the product of hours on the tennis court.
An annoyed smile touched her lips when she heard the distant
whistle from somewhere down the tracks. "At last!" she thought
as she turned to retrieve her backpack and carry-a ll..
Unseen brown eyes followed her every move as she shouldered her
bags. The short brown man in the sweat stained cloths watched a
while longer before bulling ahead of several people waiting at
the ticket window. He flicked open his bi-fold to reveal the
gleaming gold shield of the Policia Especial Bolivianos.
"Rapidamente, d nde va la mujer americana?" he growled.
The cowed clerk stuttered that she had bought a ticket for
Robore, and asked about accomodations there.
"Tres boletos entonces, para Robore." he said.
"Bueno, gracias." he sniffed, wiping a thick brown finger across
the thick black moustache that covered his lip. He turned, his
eyes boring into the woman, undressing her as she stood.
"H-u-h" he grunted with appreciation as he turned to gesture to
two other similarly dressed men. They quickly put out the
cigarettes they had been smoking and hurried over to the
Inspector.
"Si Senor, que es sus ordenes?" the tallest said with a
deferential nod.
"We will be going to Robore to investigate allegations of
smuggling." he said matter of factly as he handed them each a
ticket.
"As you know, we turn a blind eye to los campesinos bringing in
the odd television or stereo from Corumba across the border.
However, we have word that criminales and los druggas are
bringing in large quantities of goods. We shall observe for
ourselves and report to the govenor militar local in Robore.
He paused. "That is if he is not involved."
The wail of the approaching trained drew their attention as the
people on the platform seemed to move as one. His dark
malevolent eyes sought and found the tall American woman and
his thick lips drew back in a tense smile. "Veremos lo que
veremos." he said aloud. "We shall see, what we shall see."
The old man's cock throbbed as he pulled the pale pink form of
the young American girl across the table. Her vacuous eyes
stared and she grunted as she was pulled forward till her bound
body was centered on the coarse wood. Her ankles waved
helplessly in the fetid air of the room still hobbled by the
bamboo spreader bar. She groaned as the split bamboo pinching
her distended nipples, red almost to bleeding, were mashed
beneath her swollen breasts by the weight of her bound torso.
Hatori felt his cock surge from his feeling of power as he looked
at the young girl lying on the table. Her red head was drawn
back by the tight cord strung between her nasal tines and her
bound arms. A few words to his imbecile son and the girls head
was locked in the boys muscular hands. The old man's hands
trembled with excitement as he pried the unresisting girl's
mouth open and gripped her wet tongue with the dirty cloth he
held in his bony fingers. The old pervert's cock swelled at
the sound of the pretty pink girl's squeals as he pulled the
pink lingual digit out as far as he could. While his imbicilic
son giggled, his nimble left hand slid the tongue clamp, formed
by the two halves of a length of bamboo, over the squirming
worm of the piteous girl's tongue. When he stepped back the
clamp securely gripped her tongue the twin edges of each half
digging into the wet flesh. It looked like a bridle of sorts,
extending past the corner of her mouth and shoved back into the
hinge of her jaw. The old man's cock surged again as he looked
at the girl's distorted face, reminded of the guardian dog
statues used to scare away evil spirits at home, kneeling,
tongues extended from a snarling mouth.
He snarled a word to the boy as his wizen form waddled to the
hearth in the adjoining room, the heavy meat of his cock swaying
between his bony legs. He quickly returned. The pretty pink
girl's red head began to thrash in the strong grip of the boy's
hand as her green eyes saw the glowing skewer in gripped in the
old Asian's hand.
"Hokay, hokay, my prittee, I make quick. We makee you my animal
favorito, how you say, my pet? You belong to Hattori now. You
see you be velly happeee. He gripped the girl's extended tongue
with a cloth gripped in black nailed fingers, as the other hand
guided the smoking skewer to the center of her plump pink tongue.
The boy's arms flexed at the sound of sizzling flesh. A high
wailing moan tore from deep in Sandra's throat as the sizzling
metal bore through her tongue in a cloud of greasy steam. She
gurgled in pain as the tip ate through the center of the fat pink
slug just in front of the septum beneath. Hattori smiled as he
ran the hot length of the skewer back and forth in the hole
cauterizing and enlarging it as the did so. His cock throbbed
with each jerk and twitch of the girl's futile struggles. The
greasy steam abated and the metal cooled, quenched by the melting
flesh of the girl's tongue.
The skewer clattered to the floor, dropped by the old man as he
waddled back between the girl's splayed legs.
"You can finish, my son. Fix the ring in place, while I pleasure
my new pet." he chortled as he slicked the warty knob of his
swollen cock between the sperm greased slabs of the girl's pink
labia. A satisfied groan rumbled in his throat as he sank the
length of his yellow cock into her splayed young cunt. As
ordered the young boy slid a thick brass ring in the hole
piercing the young teenage girl's tongue. Pliers in strong
young hands crimped the ring closed as the hunched bony figure
of the old yellow man labored in the pale notch of the bound
American teens thighs.
The Padre could smell the stench before he saw the cause. "Madre
di Dios!" he said as the horse rounded the narrow trail and he
saw the first moldering corpse. The heavy air droned with fat
flies as first one then another of the mounds of dead flesh came
into view. The bodies, stripped of anything useful by the
rebels were now only stinking greasy piles of writhing maggots.
The old Padre crossed himself and traced the sign of the cross
in the air as a pitiful benediction to the dead soldiers. Their
"souls" long departed, replaced by the stinking cloud from their
rotted earthly remains that hung heavy in the air. Maria
covered her mouth with the hem of her thin dirty dress, recently
stained with the black Padre's sperm as it dribbled from the
splayed lips of her well used young cunt. The Padre coughed as
the thick cloying cloud of rot hung in the humid air, invading
his mumbling mouth. As he gave an impatient wave of his arm as
he nudged the horse forward. The young indian girl followed,
her plump breasts jiggling and woggling beneath her loose dress
to the tinkling of her whore's bells as her horse hurried along.
The old Padre could feel the bile rise in his throat as they
passed the piles of rotting humanity that lined the trail.
The clack of the train along the tracks lulled the passengers in
the crowded passenger car. Genevieve sat at the window, her gaze
watching the hills in the distance. She never noticed the man
lean close to the ear of the woman sitting next to her. A few
whispered words and the indian woman gathered her things and
disappeared insearch of another seat.
The Inspector's leering eyes crawled over the exposed rounded
flesh of the American woman's exposed cleavage. He already felt
the tendrils of possessiveness weeding their way into his twisted
mind.
"Disp nseme se ora, es usted de los estados unidos?" he said.
He smiled with satisfaction as the woman jumped at the unexpected
sound of his voice.
"What?, I mean, Soy arrepentido que yo no hablo el espa ol. Do
you under stand?" she said in a nervous voice.
"Oh, yes, I understand." he said with a chuckle. "I understand
English perfectly." His greasy lips split in a smile at the
attractive woman's nervousness. He knew that the hunter must
establish his dominance over his prey from the start or it was
not much of a hunt.
"What happened to the lady that was sitting there?" she said
bewildered and angry that she had lost her buffer.
"Oh, the Senora asked to change seats to closer to a member of
her family." he said with a sincere smile. "If my presence
bothers you I will move...."
"No, no that's okay. I was only startled, you know...not
expecting someone else." she said a faint smile turning her red
lips.
"You are a long way from home, no? Joining your husband, I
suspect, our country is full of oil men from the Stados Unidos."
he said already having noticed the empty ring finger.
"No, I am looking for my daughter. She came down her for a visit
without telling me. Teenagers!" she said with her best attempt
at an exasperated smile. The attractive woman's mind already
calculating how she could use her new acquaintance. 'yes I am
far from home. I will be staying in Robore until I can locate
her." she said turning toward the dark man, aligning her ample
cleavage with his gaze.
"I too will be staying in Robore! Maybe I can be of service to
you. My name is Alfredo Torquemada." he said extending his
hand.
"Nice to meet you, I am Genevieve Falwell." she said with a
plastic smile as she shook hands with the spider.
